A Facade
A dirty hookup in the back seat of a car
he filled me but I felt empty
a fling with a stranger at a bar
putting on my assembly
my fingers touch but they do not feel
when I make love, it is not real
a year long relationship
a year built on lies
living my life by a script
things to help me get by
but its only a mask; not a fix
loneliness still seeps off my lips
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Posted Aug 7, 2017, 4:43 PM UTC
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